Mikele
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 31
Equipment: Although she dresses in leather and thick hemp whenever she likes to feel that she is charge, she also wears cedar fiber clothing and wooden llamelar armor pieces for protection. She is skilled with slingshots and stone clubs/axes. She believes her ancestors invented the tiller version of the macuahuitl. Metal weapons make her a little uncomfortable.
Skills and Abilities: Highly adept craftswoman and forager. Decent leadership ability. Possesses a guardian spirit of her own, although it is not nearly as powerful as Cuate and is more akin to a family shrine spirit. She must pray and make a small offering each morning in order to summon it and invoke its power for the day.
Biography: Mikele is, timeline wise, the oldest survivor of the Imilla clan (thus far), having lived a few generations before the founding of Isra. Mikele herself is highly pragmatic and adaptable, though she shares with her clan the love of her people and sees herself as their ancestor and protector.
Mikele is attempting to stylize herself as the Imilla's second-in-command when Coatl is not around. As the weeks and months progress, she has even started dressing like him.
Mikele is a mother to a young boy named Itzal, who is fiercely independent but also a serious handful as he often gets into trouble.
Registered: Jan 2, 2022 18:13:44 GMT -5
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Post by Mikele on Feb 25, 2022 12:12:07 GMT -5
Mikele grinned disarmingly at the kiss. It was an unexpected, but not unpleasant gesture.
"Thuratiphel. I can remember that." She did manage to pronounce it correctly the first time. "Condemned is an unusual title. If it's in reference to your exile to the isles than surely you're in good company."
She glanced around to make her point, her gaze lingering a second longer on the half snake woman. A creature like that had requested a trade relationship with the Potato Patch back in the early days of the colony. She wondered if perhaps they were from the same world.
"Guess we should eat and socialize. Certainly beats rat meat."
She glanced back and smiled reassuringly. For some reason it was only then that she noticed the white of his eyes
"I'm not sure if you can tell but I'm craning my neck up at you and smiling reassuringly."
*Chirp chirp* Her flame spirit added.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Feb 25, 2022 12:25:44 GMT -5
Mikele grinned disarmingly at the kiss. It was an unexpected, but not unpleasant gesture. "Thuratiphel. I can remember that." She did manage to pronounce it correctly the first time. "Condemned is an unusual title. If it's in reference to your exile to the isles than surely you're in good company." She glanced around to make her point, her gaze lingering a second longer on the half snake woman. A creature like that had requested a trade relationship with the Potato Patch back in the early days of the colony. She wondered if perhaps they were from the same world. "Guess we should eat and socialize. Certainly beats rat meat." She glanced back and smiled reassuringly. For some reason it was only then that she noticed the white of his eyes "I'm not sure if you can tell but I'm craning my neck up at you and smiling reassuringly." *Chirp chirp* Her flame spirit added. "Yes, I can tell quite well. My eyes may have been taken from me, but I can still see, in... a manner of speaking, anyhow." He took note of said snake woman, and made it clear he was not opposed to her joining the conversation. Thuratiphel then took note of the spirit. "A curious creature. Is it something you conjured, or simply a spirit that took a liking to you?"
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Mikele
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 31
Equipment: Although she dresses in leather and thick hemp whenever she likes to feel that she is charge, she also wears cedar fiber clothing and wooden llamelar armor pieces for protection. She is skilled with slingshots and stone clubs/axes. She believes her ancestors invented the tiller version of the macuahuitl. Metal weapons make her a little uncomfortable.
Skills and Abilities: Highly adept craftswoman and forager. Decent leadership ability. Possesses a guardian spirit of her own, although it is not nearly as powerful as Cuate and is more akin to a family shrine spirit. She must pray and make a small offering each morning in order to summon it and invoke its power for the day.
Biography: Mikele is, timeline wise, the oldest survivor of the Imilla clan (thus far), having lived a few generations before the founding of Isra. Mikele herself is highly pragmatic and adaptable, though she shares with her clan the love of her people and sees herself as their ancestor and protector.
Mikele is attempting to stylize herself as the Imilla's second-in-command when Coatl is not around. As the weeks and months progress, she has even started dressing like him.
Mikele is a mother to a young boy named Itzal, who is fiercely independent but also a serious handful as he often gets into trouble.
Registered: Jan 2, 2022 18:13:44 GMT -5
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Post by Mikele on Feb 26, 2022 0:48:44 GMT -5
"A little of both actually. In my homeland, we could create these familiars by adopting animals, taking care of them, and then bonding their spirits to our own at a sacred shrine when it was time for them to go. So, in a technical sense the ritual took years to perform. I don't know if such rituals are possible in this new world though."
The chef was offering another slab of pork. Mikele decided it was their turn and gestured towards the massive barbecuing beast to go get some food (assuming Thuratiphel ate).
"I'm guessing your story is more interesting than mine," she said as she also moved towards the snake creature, equally curious about her.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Feb 26, 2022 8:36:53 GMT -5
"A little of both actually. In my homeland, we could create these familiars by adopting animals, taking care of them, and then bonding their spirits to our own at a sacred shrine when it was time for them to go. So, in a technical sense the ritual took years to perform. I don't know if such rituals are possible in this new world though." The chef was offering another slab of pork. Mikele decided it was their turn and gestured towards the massive barbecuing beast to go get some food (assuming Thuratiphel ate). "I'm guessing your story is more interesting than mine," she said as she also moved towards the snake creature, equally curious about her. "Perhaps, perhaps. Let us just say my folly and misplaced trust lead to my condemnation, that which I deserved." He explained, gesturing to the jagged brand on his chest. If she took a moment to look, she'd notice what almost looked like molten rock or hot coals in the scar.
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